The Mind

It occurs to me
That the mind
Is like an exhaust pipe
Spewing out gaseous thoughts
Formed by past events.

Unless used consciously
In which case the mind
Is like a sculptor
Crafting exquisite probabilities
From the endless possibility plasma.

1 Comment

  1. Ah so beautiful!


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